SILENT MOTHER.
One name only
I repeat endlessly
and if I could count every time I say “mom”,
that number could not be contained
nowhere for the undeciphered extension.
The first thought of the morning
turned to you.
Unconsciously, during the day, with a different expression: “Oh mum”! “Mamma Mia”! “Help mom”! “What do you think mom”? …
Immense presence when you were alive.
Now that you are physically no longer here
everything speaks of you even if in silence.
Your silent answers
that you did not like useless talking and the ones I allowed myself to the questions formulated with emphasis were the most appropriate and correct.
Even now I understand what you want to communicate.
Strong is the bond that is established with the silences.
I repeat that sweet name in the serenity of the mind: “mom” is forever.
Elisa Mascia
